in other words
of other guys
forgotten place
rejected highs
with silly girls
the still small voice
unholy prize
unwelcome choice
the letters flow
and so make words
and sentences
to feed the birds
in lonely games
that never end
in joys and shames
and rules to bend
in other words
i love you
but i know you love me not
in other words
be gentle with me
(yeah. she laughed. a lot.)
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers